Too late for a NaNo postmortem, you say? No, I’d say it’s just about right. This time last week I was sleeping in the glory of winning. Just hours before that, I was planted at a Denny’s with a delicious breakfast of french toast and unlimited refills of coffee at my side, charging through those last 1,600 or so words to the goal for my novel, “Enter Sma Man.” I was accompanied by the late night Denny’s wait staff, and a raucous, well-inebriated group seated on the other side of the dining room who swore “they were getting ready for church.” I think at one point they mistook me for a Hispanic friend of there’s. That was fun.
But after I got my manuscript verified, then typed in a hundred more words since it didn’t count my chapter headings for some reason, I took a break. All week. There was a whole lot I had been putting off in November that I had to catch up on. I also felt myself getting dangerously close to burning out on the story, which is never a good thing. If you’ll recall my last post just before November began, I said I couldn’t wait to begin “Enter Sma Man.” By that last week or so of NaNo, I couldn’t wait to be over and done with it.